Traditions and Hearthside Stories of West Cornwall, Second SeriesBottrell, William
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Traditions and Hearthside Stories of West Cornwall, Second Series
Bottrell, William
Cornwall (England : County) -- Social life and customs; Legends -- England -- Cornwall (County)
It was customary for the Squire's tenants, and all who choose,
to assemble at his house every night from Christmas-Eve till
twelfth-night, to freely partake of his abundant cheer and help
in the merry disports of the tide; yet he wasn't at all pleased
because his wife invited the old dame. "I should'nt have
minded her coming at any other time," said he, "but to-day a[24]
good many from the hurling will come home with us and pass
the evening; I hope however, she will be on her best behaviour
before the quality: to be sure one don't like to offend the spiteful
old witch for fear of her tricks."
In the afternoon Squire Lovell and his wife, with many others—mostly
on horseback—were got together near Daunce-Mayn
when old Betty stalked in to their midst, and just such another
scene was acted there as took place in Church-town.
Many who came from a distance went down to Trove to pass
a merry Christmas night.
A score or more of ladies and gentlemen, seated in the hall,
pledged each other in hot-spiced-ale, brandy, punch, and wine,
when Betty, Jone and others entered, holding aloft their horns
of foaming liquor. The Squire fearing another display of Betty's
unbecoming behaviour, rose in haste to prevent her drinking
their healths with all the honours. "Stay a moment An Betty,"
said he, "come into the kitchen, I must tell 'e that twice already
to-day you have made me ashamed of 'e, how could 'e do so and
show so little respect for the company both in Church-town and
Boleigh?"
"O dear master, you musn't mind such a trifle as that,"
replied she, without budging an inch, "for it will soon be all the
same with madam there, your honour's wife, if you keep her to
spin so much, she won't be able to help it for her life. You may
look scared and misbelieving, but indeed she won't; no! no
more than I can whenever I move quick, or curtsey to your
honours as I am, in duty, bound to do; and if your honours
would like to hear how it happened to me I'll tell 'e."
Many of the company having intimated that they would like
to hear how she became in such a condition, Squire Lovell placed
her in a settle near the hearth, she emptied her horn and gave
the following relation:—
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